We carry them

We carry them

Our ancestors

And all their silent history

Falling into unconsciousness

Under the flood

Of time and experience

We may not understand

How our day to day struggles

Reflect their own

Or how hard they also had to struggle

To make some kind of home

That was so often taken from them

So now As I struggle to find solid ground

Underneath my feet

I am not so sure anymore

Which way truth

Or my destiny lies

Our family has broken apart

And now I feel

Like a tender small seed

Cracked free of its husk

Blown about freely by the breeze

Trying to define its way to

That nurturing ground

That will give it life

And help it grow into

All my soul

Intended me to be

Within and outside of family

And yet I know

That I will forever carry them with me

But in conscious awareness

For over years

I heard them cry out to me

And I am now so grateful I could answer with

Understanding

Compassion and love

And learn in time

To rise above